Reblogged this tender poem from aroilinpain.wordress.com
Alone in the dark,
he cries out for relevance,
love, being unfamiliar.
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Sunday reflection . . . . I just helped him cry.
Would that we were all this wise.
There was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
“Nothing, I just helped him cry.”
~ Hafez
Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid
Post Graduation Math Lesson
Things didn’t add up.
When she finally did the math,
she realized someone
had done a number on her –
a costly lesson, painfully learned.
JDG
#FridayFantasy . . . . We remember moments.
Thought you would enjoy this image from Marianne Gills and these words from Cesare Pavese that came to me via purpleraysblog.
“We do not remember days. We remember moments.”
~ Cesare Pavese
Text & image source: Marianne Gilis
https://www.facebook.com/marianne.gillis.773
How deep is the mud?…..
A Sunday thought from purplerays.wordpress.com…
Source: Contemplative Monk
https://www.facebook.com/ContemplativeMonk/
Forever Thus
Broken limbs, fallen
trees – lying in the midst of
Spring’s budding promise
JDG
Thank you
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Thank you for reading my posts over the years. I’d love to hear what you think of this compilation.
Think you can’t make a difference?
Photo source: Rumi, Saadi, Hafiz (Poems and Quotes) https://www.facebook.com/RumiSaadiHafiz/
Autobiography In 6 Words
Look? Acknowledge? Do I have to?
JDG
A boy is Truth with dirt on its face,
Thought you would enjoy this post from purplerays.wordpress.com.
Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls
hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and
Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut
on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future
with a frog in its pocket.
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– Alan Beck
Text & image source: Irene Statz https://www.facebook.com/jiaegypt.montai
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